THE TULIP BED AT GREELEY SQUARE.
YOU know that oasis, fresh and fair In the city desert, as Greeley square?
That bright triangle of scented bloom That lies surrounded by grime and gloom?
Right in the breast of the seething town Like a gleaming gem or a wanton's gown?
Ah, wonderful things that tulip bed Unto my listening soul has said.
Over the rattle and roar of the street I hear a chorus of voices sweet,
Day and night, when I pass that way, And these are the things the voices say:
"Here, in the heart of the foolish strife, We live a simple and natural life.
"Here, in the midst of the clash and din, We know what it is to be calm within.
"Here, environed by sin and shame, We do what we can with our pure white flame.